Thursday, March 2, 2017

lies men tell

it's the idea of us they love
wedding themselves to a notion
the girl with the red lipstick
the dancer, the harlot, the grieving
men display their lust like peacock feathers
all a show for our attention

they would rather describe us than fuck us
getting off on our imagined virtues
while we read in bed alone

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